#sub gerard way

[all2angels]

what sextoys do you think gerard would have… tbh i’m thinking flesh light for current gee but basement gee just looks like a pillowhumper

basement gee cannot afford sextoys 🙅‍♀️

hc's below

tw actually gross (cumming inside pillow), rusty writing, anal?, vibrators, fleshlights, sub!gerard

basement gerard

- this might be a little gross but i think basememt gerard would be the type of person to cut a hole on his pillow to use it as a fleshlight and cum inside the pillow... imagine the STINK. maybe he even likes how the cum warms up the pillow ...

- and and he wouldn't just use the pillow as a fleshlight, he'd also use it to grind on. omfg i need to peek at gerard grinding on his pillow, watching his cock get hard, his eyes closed thinking about nasty thoughts and wishing it was real and he wasn't just grinding on a pillow. watching his flushed cheeks as he realizes how pathetic he must look, but he's so close, he can't stop now.

current gerard

- yup i agree current gerard would have a fleshlight. despite the fact he's more aged now, his sex drive stays pretty high. whenever you're not in the mood, he'll probably will just use his fleshlight, imagining that you're jerking him off, or riding him.

- but then hearing his whimpers and whines while he's pleasuring himself with the toy gets you horny too so you'll end up fucking anyway??

- he'd also use it specially on tour, he'll send you videos of him using the toy after a show (because the adrenaline gets him hard so he has to take care of his boner after every show)

- UGHH using a vibrator on current gerard. he loves to be overstimulated, vibrators where made for him.

- this might not be an original thought— having a vibrator shoved up his ass during a show 🥺 watching him lay on the floor, about to spasm out of control whenever you put the vibrator on the highest setting. watching them squishing their thighs together oh he's so perfect

[anystalker707]

A treat

Pairing: Frank x [amab/male] Reader Word count: ~ 2 000 Genre: Smut Summary: You had a long day and Frank's needy. It's logic. Kind of content: Soft / Loving / Riding / Dom-Sub dynamics / Dom! Reader

Requested by anon [Do you think you could do a Frank (Projekt Rev because OH MY GOD-) x Dom-Male!Reader fluff/smut, where the reader is having an overall shit day and Frank wants to make him feel better?]

MASTERLIST

          "Oh, you're here!" A voice says from the doorway and you look over to see Frank standing there. "You fine?"

"Long day." You sigh, looking back at the ceiling. Your eyes had been on it for so long that you could already see shapes on it before Frank showed up. The silence, at the same time it is comforting, also makes you painfully aware of the ringing sound in your ears that results from the whole mess at work.

Frank sighs as he walks over, standing beside the bed. “That sucks. I almost questioned myself whether you’d come home already or not because I could find you nowhere downstairs.” Hearing his voice is comforting; instead of answering, you just make a motion for him to join you and, Frank being Frank, he climbs on your lap to straddle your hips. You hold onto him out of instinct, rubbing his thighs lightly. “Poor (y/n). I’m going to take care of you.”

You raise an eyebrow at Frank and roll your eyes gently, just letting him cup your face and press kisses all over it until the last one is on your lips. The kiss is just soft at first, with his lips pressing to yours lovingly until he grazes his teeth against your bottom lip and then his tongue, but you keep your mouth shut. He tries it a couple of times more, but still gets no different reaction.

“(Y/n),” Frank whines, “come on...” He kisses you again, but you still don’t let him. It’s so funny to hear him groan in frustration again; you can’t help but smile. “You’re teasing.”

“Oh, am I?” You chuckle lazily, watching Frank’s lips purse. “Aw, come on.” With a hand on the side of his neck, you pull him for another kiss, this time letting your tongue run against his bottom lip. He wants to play you just like you did to him earlier, but you don’t let it happen. A gentle push of your hips is enough to make his mouth open in a gasp and allow you to push your tongue past his lips, letting it glide against his.

Despite getting what he wants, the circumstances still have Frank groaning once again despite continuing the kiss, sliding his hands down to your shoulders. You don’t know whether it’s intentional or not, but the way he keeps shifting on your lap... damn. For a few seconds, you allow him to pamper your lips, licking or nibbling on them according to his own desires until your hand pulls him for a firm, full kiss before you pull away.

“You’re a fucking menace,” you mumble against Frank’s lips, letting your thumb run against his jaw gently.

A giggle escapes his lips as Frank shifts a little. “And why’s that?”

You shoot Frank a look before pulling him for yet another kiss because— Damn, it feels so fucking good, even more after such a long day. His touch feels so good against your skin, from the kisses to his hands squeezing your shoulders a little to his weight on top of you.

Frank’s fingers trace your collar, the cold fingertips slipping past it and rising shivers against your warm skin before his hand trails down to slip under your shirt instead. You feel tempted to tease him, say something about how he’s just using the excuse to take care of you to get what he wants, but it’s not even that worth it at this point. It’d just delay something you wish for.

His hands reach up on your torso before you’re slipping your hands under his shirt to grip onto his hips so you can hold Frank in place to roll your hips up against him, which makes him gasp once more, hands stilling on you.

The only thing that gets Frank to interrupt the make out session is the need to get rid of his shirt, quickly giving you a shirt kiss again before he tugs on your shirt until your hands wrap around his.

“You’re rushing a little,” you whisper, and Frank just sits still, trying to catch his breath with his face barely an inch away from yours. “Calm down.” You kiss him again, taking the lead of the kiss and not allowing him to rush things again, which works really well considering how he just melts under your touches.

A soft sigh escapes Frank’s lips with how your lips trail down to his jaw, kissing gently over it until you have to pull away to get rid of your shirt, but you’re soon back to it, also kissing down his neck and nibbling on it gently. The new interaction starts to get him unquiet again, but it doesn’t matter since you’re soon undoing his belt and whispering for him to take off his pants while you also get rid of yours, and he’s already back on your lap by the time all of your clothes are discarded on the bed or somewhere on the floor near it.

A breath escapes your lips with absentminded words while you reach for the bedside table while Frank kisses you again, not caring whether you drop a few things on the way as long as you get what you want, then you can focus on Frank again. He shifts a little to adjust his position on your lap again, his hands pressing heavier on your shoulder and side, and the way he shifts against you makes both of you groan this time.

Your hands are all over, feeling him up and squeezing here and there, precise spots to snatch just the right pleased sighs from him until they turn into moans the moment your hand reaches his cock. He gasps against your lips, but does his best to continue making out with you despite how your hand feels good around him, pumping him up and down slowly with a tight grip. He curses quietly, hand going from your shoulder to the mattress to hold himself up by his elbow because he can’t hold himself up so easily anymore.

There’s a whine from protest when you let go, but Frank falls quiet and attentive at the moment he sees you reach for the lube. Cold liquid coats your fingers and he’s already pushing his hips up a little so you can easily reach between his legs and circle his entrance, spreading on it a the generous amount of lube on your fingers.

One finger pushes in just fine, making Frank’s breath get caught in his throat a couple of times, but a sound escapes his lips at the moment the second finger starts to slip in. He tenses up, biting on his lip, but then relaxes once your fingers stop. You retrieve your fingers to coat them in more lube, and your fingers meet even less resistance this time, almost pulled in by themselves because of how Frank clenches around you, his breath uneven against your face. If he’s already like that around your fingers, then when it’s you...

“Hell,” you whisper when you pull away, which is almost disappointing to him if you weren’t coating your own cock with the lube this time, hissing a little at the cold feeling of the liquid that is eased once you spread it with a few pumps on your cock. Frank himself tries to touch, but you slap his hand away, messily cleaning your hand on the covers before your hand holds onto his hip to guide him over again.

Frank lets out a shaky breath, looking down as you guide yourself in, just pressing the tip to his fluttering entrance before you start to actually lower him with his help, earning a soft moan from him. The new intrusion causes a bit of discomfort, but nothing that can’t be solved with a few seconds to adjust before the soft slap on his thigh makes Frank start moving.

“Don’t you want to take care of me?” You chuckle softly, your breath hitching in your throat when Frank rolls his hips. Fuck. “Go on and do it. All by yourself.”

Frank mumbles something while shooting you a glare, but he never stops moving, keeping on with rolling his hips against yours. He sits back, making both of you moan at the same time with how you sink in deeper, but he just moves his hips clumsily a couple of times while his hands shift on your torso to find where to hold. Your hands hold onto his forearms to pull them up until his hands slip into yours and he hums softly in appreciation before finally trying to find a nice pace.

At first, Frank continues with clumsy movements that barely hold any consistency. The way he looks down a few times makes his hair fall over his face, having part of it covered while he repeatedly lowers himself against you.

“C’mon,” you mumble, suddenly pushing your hips up to meet his halfway—he moans louder at the same time a groan escapes your lips. “You can do better than that.”

That seems enough to bring Frank back to reality, even if just a little, and he starts doing a better job with it. A continuous, rhythmic hum escapes his throat as he bites on his lip, eyebrows furrowed as he focuses on doing his best, not just for you, but also for himself. Soft groans escape your lips as you watch him, giving him the support he needs with your hands so you can just enjoy it. Your leg twitches a little with how good he feels, and it’s almost impossible to keep holding your hips still while he’s riding you like that, so pretty.

Moans fill the room with the wet sound of skin against skin, but it’s all relatively quiet, with a major focus on each other, holding gazes with full blown pupils and breathy groans.

Frank pauses, freeing a hand to run it through his hair and bring his strands back, breathing shakily. “(Y/n),” he whines softly, slipping his hand back in yours.

“What?” You squeeze his hands gently. “Already tired? Disappointing. You’re always so energetic...” A teasing tone laces your words. “C’mon, Frankie. Show me all you’ve got.”

A few seconds go by before Frank starts moving again, gently rocking his hips at first before he settles down for a decent pace that works well for both of you. His thighs quiver once in a while, but you encourage him to keep going, feeling the pleasure already pool in your lower stomach as you watch him do his best while clenching so nice and good around you. Fuck. Your tongue pokes out to wet your lips and you already crave another kiss from him, but it can wait now.

Frank’s best at the moment still doesn’t feel enough, so your hands are taking a hold of his hips to move them at the same time you start thrusting up, immediately turning him into a mess as he tries to hold onto something while you chase your own high.

“F—Fuck...” Frank whines, gripping onto your upper arms and shoulders to at least try to steady himself, easily melting under your touches. “(Y/n), I...” He gasps, his moans gaining a higher pitch as his legs quiver and it is just a matter of time before he is spilling all over his chest and abdomen with a chain of pleased sounds that just get whinier since you don’t stop.

“‘Most there...” You whisper, already on the edge given his tight Frank became when he came, so it’s just a few more thrusts until you do it yourself, gasping and curling your toes as you keep moving your hips until the throbbing on your cock becomes faint and Frank’s almost driven into overstimulation.

Frank mumbles something incoherently, all messy and breathy as you slowly loosen your grasp onto him to rub onto his hips soothingly instead.

“Good?” You bring his head up so he can look at you, with his chin between your fingers.

“Very...” He breathes, taking in a shaky breath in an attempt to regain his air. “Can we cuddle now?”

You hum, shaking your head. “Shower first.”

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[angstics]

well i see gerard gender conflicts as, like, oc fights. my projection that suspiciously aligns with my own experiences/hopes/desires must be the correct one…

[jerseymuppet]

Over half of mcr are bottoms call that omegas3s

[inlovewithaspiderguy]

i love seeing the names of other ppl’s gerardboards hell yeah they’re OUR wife

[wkilofficial]

if i had a nickel for every time i dreamed i had to perform with/sub in for a member of my chem for one of their shows i would only have three nickels. but it's weird that it happened thrice

[iexcistoutofspite]

Gerard is the person to suck the strap and get his pussy eaten. not the other way around.

[all2angels]

(n$fw) gross basement gerard way thoughts (he's so stinky) uhm idk what possessed me when i was writing this but this is literally so fucking nasty and gross don't read if you're sensitive i guess?? MINORS DNI!! | FIC BASED ON THIS

cannot stop thinking about gross musty pervert gerard like i wanna degrade him so bad and tell him how gross he is and how nobody would want to fuck him because he's sooo disgusting

poor baby would probably get hard over it though, like imagine saying really hurtful things to him, and he just pouts and takes it, his dick is so hard it's starting to feel uncomfortable, he can't help it so he starts to jerk off his hard dick

laughing and making fun of him because he's getting off to your bullying, but it just keeps him going, he seriously can't stop. then he whimpers and whines for help

you take his dick in your hand, jerking it off for him and he lets out a long moan, no one has ever touched his dick aside from himself. you laugh and say, "aww, i just touched it and you're probably already about to cum, huh?"

AND and he cums in your hand, he cums so much and makes such a mess all over the place, even reaching your face. he's panting cuz it's the hardest he's ever came. you tell him to look at you, and you lick the cum off your hand he's fucking droolinnggggg at you!!

bonus, his cum probably tastes sooo fucking bad like the bad kind of salty where you can tell his diet is so bad and unhealthy like he's so fucking nastyy!!!

[httpsdana]

Alejandro balde 107 being drunk and angry scaring the reader and ending in her looking after him putting him to bed and give him cuddles n kiss to make him feel better

Scared of Replacement~Alejandro Balde

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

enjoy this one <3

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107-"please stop. you're scaring me."

y/n sat in the living room waiting for her boyfriend to come back home. He was supposed to spend some time with his teammates after their well deserved win.

She was watching her favorite series, wrapping a blanket around herself as she waited, when suddenly, a heavy knock on the door made her jump.

She slowly got up from her seat, walking carefully to the door, as the knocks got higher and heavier.

She looked through the peephole, only to see her boyfriend there. She was confused why he didn't use his keys, but opened the door nonetheless.

As soon as she opened it, he stumped into the house, throwing his bag with force on the ground making y/n flinch

"babe?" she said, making him turn to look at her. From the look in his eyes she knew that he was drunk. She moved closer, trying to help him walk, but he only moved away from her touch. He was mumbling some incoherent words, making her even more confused

"what're you saying?" she asked, making him sigh

"I fucking hate all that! I was doing good the first two matches and then he benched me! Saying that Martin was doing better! He only subbed me on in the last five minutes and I didn't get to do shit!" he started yelling, walking closer to y/n, making her backup slowly, scared from his sudden fit that he was having.

"do you know how shit that made me feel? It's like him saying I wasn't doing enough! and that Gerard Martin, who we by the way conceded because of his shitty defense, is fucking better than me! I've been getting ready all summer to play! and then he goes and benches me after one average match?! In what sense does he work?" his voice only got higher, as y/n's back hit the door and his body was so close to her.

She closed her eyes, trying to get away from the smell of alcohol and Ale's drunk body.

"please stop. you're scaring me." she whispered, making Alejandro look at her with wide eyes.

He pulled away quickly, tears welling up in his eyes quickly as he started mumbling unclear apologies.

"I'm so sorry. oh my god. I didn't mean to scare you. oh my god" he started mumbling, stepping back when y/n tried getting closer to him.

He dropped down on the couch, his elbows on his knees as he covered his face with his hands. y/n sat down next to him, feeling guilty for how she made him feel.

She placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning her head against his as he spoke.

"I'm sorry. it's just that the coach said I wasn't doing good and I'm really trying to do best, I'm just so afraid they might find a replacement for me or someone better. I'm just-I'm sorry if i scared you I didn't mean to do that" he mumbled, looking up at her.

She smiled at him softly, pulling his head so she can kiss his forehead.

"let's just get you sobered up and we can go to bed yeah?" she said, running her hand through his curls.

He smiled at her, nodding his head. She grabbed his hand and pulled him up with her, first leading him to the kitchen to drink some water.

After that, she took him to their bedroom, helping him change out of his clothes into more comfortable ones. Then, they laid in bed silently, Alejandro laying his head on her chest, as she scratched his back and pressed a few kisses on his face.

"you're doing amazing Ale. I'm so proud of you and of everything you're achieving. doing all that at a young age is fantastic. I know the coach is just doing that to bring the best out of you. And you're gonna prove to him that you deserve that spot and you're gonna earn it. Just don't bring yourself down because of one match. you still got the whole season ahead of you." she comforted him, her movements on his back never stopping

He looked up at her with a gentle smile, raining himself to press a kiss on her cheek and jaw.

She smiled at him, putting her fingers under his chin to raise his face, leaning down to peck his lips a few times, before kissing him deeply.

"thank you princess. I'm sorry if i scared you earlier. i didn't mean to" he said, his voice gentle and soft

"it's okay baby. i love you so much" she said back, kissing him a few more times

"I love you more" he mumbled, his eyes closing slowly as his eyes gave up and he fell asleep.

y/n smiled at his cute face, kissing his forehead before trying to sleep too.

[rdiowx]

KINKTOBER 2023

So far..

!!!

Day one: Kidnapping; Gideon Graves

Day two: Snowballing; Mikey way

Day Three: Edging; Frank Iero

Day four: Monster fucking; werewolf! Ray toro

Day five: more kidnapping; Gerard way, per request

Day six: breeding; puppy frank

Day sixteen: Teasing; kobra kid and fun ghoul

Day Seventeen: overstimulation; Ray toro

Day eighteen: blood kink; Nurse! Gerard

Day nineteen: more Monster fucking… Ghost! mikey.

Day twenty: tentacles; Alien gerard

Day twenty one: gunplay; Kobra kid

Day twenty two: somnophilia; gideon graves

Day twenty three cockwarming; teacher! Mikey

Day twenty four: spanking; kidnapped! frank iero

Day twenty five: dumbification; Ray toro

Day twenty six: drugging;gerard way

Day twenty seven: drunk sex;mikey way

Day twenty eight: monster fucking AGAIN; sub! Frankenstein frank

[lissa612]

I’ve been binging 9-1-1 Lonestar and I just got to the point where I stopped binging before (and when I watched it before, it was mostly while doing other things). Someone on the main Reddit sub made a comparison between Tarlos and Tevan (I’m trying this out because it is nicer flowing than bucktommy) that I viscerally disagreed with but didn’t have the specific memories to debate in detail (Spoiler alert: It was a truly bad thesis with little to no actual canon support).

Anyway, I’m realizing how the general audience who doesn’t rewatch and discuss the OG show experience it because I remember ~things about the show without a lot of context.

The general audience isn’t expected to remember any specifics of what Tommy did in the Begins episodes. Perhaps some might remember feeling a certain way about some things (like I held annoyance with TK’s character for pushing Carlos even if I remembered nothing about the context), but it’s an insignificant distant memory for a GA member. They likely might remember it being bad as a whole, but most of what they’ll know about it will come from how Gerard behaves now and how people talk about it. After Chim smiling about how cool Tommy is and HenRen getting all giggly about Buck and Tommy’s appearance at the hospital and the Bathena rescue, anyone not being supportive of the relationship would seem out of place. A forced in apology that some people seem to want to see would be awkward. It would even be weird to have Buck and Tommy discuss the specifics of what happened back then unless the premiere picks up right where the finale left off - Why would it take weeks/months to come up?

Anyway, I’m so excited for S8 to start. I really want to know where they’re going with everything they left us with. I feel bad for people who have certain expectations tho because the show isn’t made for those of us that dissect it…It can’t actually be that deep because that’s just not how the genre works. But I hope they can enjoy what we are given and run with it in fandom to make what they want to see happen real for them.

[anystalker707]

.worship.

Pairings: Gerard Way x [gender neutral/afab] Reader Frank Iero x [gender neutral/afab] Reader Word count: ~ 700 [G.W.] - 600 [F.I.] Genre: Drabble / Smut / Fluff Summary: His adoration for your body is unquestionable. Kind of content: Chubby Reader / Praising / Dom-Sub undertones / Sub Reader / Body worship not proofreader

requested by anon ["heya, first time asking for smthn like this but do you do any fanfictions for plus size / chubby readers? If you do could you do a sub female plus size reader with Gerard way or Frank iero? Smthn slow and loving? (Smut)"]

MASTERLIST

Gerard would often get lost in thoughts while staring at your thighs, even before you even got together. You would often catch him looking at your thighs—even more when they were flat against some surface—, with that dumb face, and he always did that shitty poor job whenever someone confronted him about it. After you two got together, he simply pretended that never happened.

Gerard would always buy you the best clothes that made your curves stand out. He would always have that dumb look on his face while observing you trying on the clothes he bought you. Pampering you would quickly become a habit. Seeing you in those pretty clothes, even more, the lingerie and thigh highs… He needed to see you in those, to touch you and tell you how pretty you were. Sometimes, it just resumed itself to admiring, really, sitting on his lap while his hands ran along your curves, and he pressed kisses to your neck while whispering sweet words.

Gerard sometimes couldn’t handle how hot you looked and would take you away for a fuck. He needed to have you under him—or on top of him, even. All that mattered was being able to have a good view of your body. Something about the way the skin sank under his fingertips every time he held onto your thighs, hips, or waist was just so heavenly. Or breasts— Fuck, the way he would hold them while you rode him. He loved the squish, the way it felt, the way it looked.

Gerard also loved sinking his teeth into your skin, sucking and biting marks into it because just observing wasn’t enough. He needed even more of you. He would not hesitate to nibble your thighs and hips whenever he had the chance, seeming all proud of his job when he took a look at it later.

Gerard would gladly die smothered by your thighs. Having his head between your thighs was absolutely one of the things he loved the most, having the soft and plump skin he loved so much around his head while he pleased you.

          Gerard’s hands slipped between your thighs, while one of his arms wrapped around your torso for support; meanwhile, one of your hands wrapped around his shoulders and the other around his wrist.

“God, you’re so hot like this, baby…” His breath was hot against your skin, forehead pressed to your temple while he kept speaking those sweet nothings. The words alone were enough to make arousal stir in the bottom of your stomach, even more with how his hand moved between your legs.

A couple of fingers teased your clit, rubbing slow circles into it. Gerard loved the way your breath would get caught in your throat, making broken whimpers escape your lips while you hopelessly tried to move your hips against his hand. Useless, by the way. He just wouldn’t change the pace of his fingers. He wanted to enjoy every second the most, savoring the moment completely, even if all he had at the moment was a neglected cock stuck inside uncomfortable tight pants. The most he would have, from time to time, was the way your thighs would rub against it whenever you squirmed.

Those thighs, fuck. They looked so pretty flat against Gerard’s like that. He really couldn’t help himself.

Occasionally, Gerard’s fingers would actually slip into your pussy—he would collect some of the wetness to help his fingers glide against your puffy clit even easier, making the motions so delicious.

“Gerard,” you choked out his name, trying to plead for him to finally let you cum.

“Shh,” Gerard soothed. He could sense your thighs pressing together a little too much, your hips too unquiet, so he gave you a pause once again. He could keep going like that, wanting to see how far you could go until you either became a complete mess or came with the slightest touch.

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Frank maybe—just maybe—loved your chubbiness a little too much. He wouldn’t admit it, constantly stuttering excuses and looking away while his face burned red, but you knew too well that he enjoyed the way your bottoms sometimes sank into your skin and made the skin muffin a little.

Frank, whose hands always found their way to your thighs whenever you sat on his lap or had your legs over his. He would hold and squeeze your thighs, sometimes absentmindedly, as if they were his to use as he pleased whenever he wanted to.

Frank would always hold onto your hips while you kissed, letting his fingers sink into it. Sometimes, he would even rub circles into your hips. It all started when he would occasionally pull you closer by your hips, then he started squeezing them out of curiosity before it grew into a habit.

Frank loved just resting his head on your tummy while you lay in bed or on the couch. He would just rest his head there and, sometimes, slip your shirt up a little bit, so he could give your tummy tiny kisses.

Frank would always bite his lip and groan softly whenever you started taking off your clothes, sometimes muttering about how hot you were. His hands would immediately roam over your body at any given opportunity. His hands would grope everywhere he could, going down your ass to hold there while you made out or while you rode him.

          “Frank,” you whispered. Those little kisses on the exposed slice of the skin of your torso were starting to lose their innocence. You took a little too long to notice—you were immersed in the book you had in hand, lying on the couch while Frank lay his head on your torso like he usually did. “Frank,” you said again, with a firmer tone.

A groan came in response from Frank. He said nothing, of course. If anything, he only got bolder. His kisses went until the waistband of your shorts, where he had to take a pause while his fingers wrapped around it and slowly started pulling it down.

A shaky breath escaped your lips.

“Mm, Frank, I’m—”

“Your book can wait,” he said simply as he just took your shorts off.

Who even were you to argue? A sigh escaped your lips as you put the book away and spread your legs open to give Frank more access.

Frank’s lips kept peppering kisses all over your tummy and hips, worshiping them way more than he would admit he enjoyed. He nibbled a little down your hip, making you gasp and instinctively buck your hips forward. Damn.

“What are you so hot for…” Frank grumbled among other things, making your face heat up while you tried to sit still for him. His hands held onto your thighs, letting his fingers sink into them while his lips made their way down until the feeling of him mouthing your pussy through your underwear made you squirm again. “Easy,” Frank said with a gentle squeeze on your thighs. It took you a little effort, but you did your best to sit still as his mouth pressed to you through your underwear, only starting the teasing.

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[nikkisixxsmissingpick]

I think is time to make a proper presentation

Hello! You can call me Clara and I'm a avid reader/writer (even tho I don't post it anywhere really)

I'm 19, bisexual, demigirl and Brazilian so you'll have to forgive me if I mess up with the English

I'm also autistic, I think is important to point that out

I was born in the 2000's but my main focus is the 80's and 90's (but I also like the pop punk culture of the 2000's)

Who I write for

✧.*Steven Adler!!!

✧.*Axl Rose

✧.*Duff Mckagan (with some difficulty)

✧.*Izzy Stradlin

✧.*Kirk Hammett!!!

✧.*Lars Ulrich

✧.*James Hetfield (also with difficulty)

✧.*Jason Newsted!!!

✧.*Tommy Lee

✧.*Nikki Sixx

✧.*Brian May!!!

✧.*Roger Taylor

✧.*John Deacon

✧.*Sebastian Bach

✧.*Jon Bon Jovi

✧.*Richie Sambora

✧.*Gerard Way!!!

✧.*Frank Iero

✧.*Eddie Munson!!!

What I won't write

✧.*Smut (I can try headcanons but not full scenarios, key word:try)

✧.*sub!reader (sfw AND nsfw)

✧.*Male reader (I'm sorry but I'm AFAB and I don't feel like I would do it right😭😭😭)

✧.*The basic not doing list (pedophilia, incest, CNC, rape, etc.)

✧.*Cheating or allusions to cheating

✧.*Way too big age gaps (like a 30 year age gap)

Requests are: OPEN

[pup-emoji-anon]

The Cover of SPIN Magazine

Revenge era Gerard Way x SPIN magazine worker! reader

warnings/tags: heavy smut, puppy play, d/s dynamic, basically power bottom Gerard but not quite?, uses the word puppyslut, genuine talks of consent and scene prep cause I'm a sucker for good d/s practices.

amab reader, mentions of good boy and prince

word count: 2,076

for @rdiowx

You always had a hard time turning down bands. You hated it and believed all of them should get a chance on the front of Spin magazine. But that was not your decision, your decisions were to pick the most popular and well stylized bands to be front and center. So when a man wearing an all black suit with shoulder length black hair and bags under his eyes walked in with a small messenger bag your heart sank. You knew this would not be a very popular band, at the very least not one that your boss would be happy if you picked.

He sat down in the chair across from your desk, pulling papers and drawings out of his pack. "Hi, uhm, I'm here to apply for the front cover for the band My Chemical Romance." His voice nearly made you melt onto the ground, soft and light with a slight New Jersey accent.

He gently set all of the papers out, spreading them around so you could see each one in detail. "Here are some of the ideas I came up with…" All of the drawings and sketches were highly stylized, something you admired greatly. When you took a look back up at Gerard he was putting one of the papers back, which interested you. The paper was already hidden from view when you looked up though, impossible to tell what it had on it. Gerard turned back around from putting the paper away, almost startled by you staring at him.

you quickly looked away from him to glance at the reports, how many albums they had released, how many records had they sold, how many official shows they had played and where the played them. None of the statistics were low, but they weren't the usual numbers your boss lectured you about being the best. You personally thought that these were just numbers, those shouldn't matter as much as if the band was good or if they had distinct style.

Clearing your throat and speaking to him for the first time since he walked in here, you hesitantly told him, "Gerard… You seem so nice and your art is truly amazing… but I'm going to have to decline your application, your band just hasn't gained the popularity that we need even if it has the style down." The shine in his eyes practically dissipated right before you, his posture changed and sagged for a moment before his eyes lit up again. This time the spark was something more mischievous, and the grin he had paired well with it.

He leaned his head onto his hand, resting his elbow on your desk. His eyes drifted down to the papers, putting on some sort of soft look while the smirk persisted. "Well," Gerard picked at the edges of one of the papers in front of him and continued, "Maybe I could convince you in another way? Under your desk?" The look he gave you as he glanced up could be summarized as something like innocent seductiveness. You could tell he was playing it up to try to get you to say yes.

The thing was that you didn't need to be seduced or even asked twice, this man was attractive and pretty. Of course you were stunned though, wide eyed and in complete silence. Your reaction made his act falter for a moment, you could almost see the anxiety brewing in his mind over if he had just screwed himself over by going too far.

As you stumbled over your words his anxiety seemed to worsen until you spit out a staggered, "Please?" Even if your emphasis was off, making it sound more like a question than an answer, his face lit up again.

"Sub?” You nodded at his question, keeping your mouth shut. “Well come're then." He smirked at you, patting his thigh and scooting his chair back a little to make room for you. Quickly you stood up and made your way around the small desk, dropping to your knees in front of the dark haired artist. You placed your hands on top of your thighs, trying not to shake in anticipation.

"Good boy… Now what should I call you? Prince, sweet thing… puppy?" You nodded your head at the last petname, silently pleading for him to call you that one. "Ohh I've got myself a little puppy here, how cute~" He gripped your face tightly between his fingers, fixing your gaze to only be on him.

Your cheeks flared with heat as he fully looked you over. He parted his lips as he began to speak “I was expecting to have to do some work but maybe I'll just make you do it instead. You'd like that, wouldn't you?” A whine voiced from your throat, confirming his theory.

Gerard looked at you laying your hands on your own thighs, realizing that you were keeping to yourself until he told you that you could touch him. He knew that was a good mark to show you were experienced in this sort of dynamic. “You've been trained, huh pup? Have you gone around asking for doms to teach you some manners like a little puppyslut?” A silence fell over the room as he awaited your response to his question.

A shaky, flustered sigh escaped you, “Yes, sir, I've been trained in many different practices, anyway you want me to be, I can do it, sir” You watched him seemingly hang onto every word you said, processing and enjoying it before responding.

“Oh really? Well then I'll have to set the rules for this scene. Number one, speak and make noises freely okay? I booked this appointment late for a reason. Number two, keep calling me sir. Number three, keep looking at me with those cute fuckin’ eyes… you're so adorable…” Something about his face looks lost in thought for a second before snapping back to the moment. “Number four, you can touch me anytime you want, you don't have to ask for permission. and finally Number five, make sure to say your safeword if you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, do you have a word in mind?”

“Does berry work?” It was the usual word you used when you got to have a nice night with someone, quick and easy to say.

“That works perfectly, honey~” Your face heated up again at the pet name he used. “Now, I should probably show you that paper I stashed away in my bag earlier…” He reached over to grab into his bag and get the paper, holding it out for you to take.

the paper had a list of things Gerard is okay with and his hard boundaries. “I kinda wrote it when I thought I would end up subbing but the majority of it still stands, all the important things at least.” He looks a little nervous even when you glance up, but you give him a sweet smile. You told him it was nice to know these kinds of things and then went over your basic hard boundaries.

“Okay, okay, now that we're done with all of that, are you ready?” He asked softly, still in his careful mindset. You nearly melted at his gentleness, feeling so mushy for a moment before sobering up.

“Yes sir, I'm ready.” You tried to make your voice sound controlled but you couldn't help the need from slipping through and making you sound whiny. Gerard smiled, half lidded, at the sound of your voice and patted one of his thighs.

“Come sit on my lap like a good pup, hm?” He leaned back a little bit to make room for you as you sat down, straddling his thighs. They were thick which made you fluster a little bit, having to spread your legs more. You set your hands on top of your legs again, not sure where else to put them.

“Mmmm now what to do with you…” Gerard slid his hands up from your waist to your chest. He moved one hand to start unbuttoning your shirt, taking his time to undo each one carefully. You were already getting needy as you felt him gently brush over your covered nipple with his thumb, pouting after and already wanting more. He chuckled at your face but continued to unbutton your shirt until he got half way down.

By that point he had stopped and brushed the top half of your shirt out of the way a little bit. Your entire mind was wondering why in the hell he had stopped before you felt his lips press against your neck. He started to leave little kisses and suck small hickeys down your throat and to your chest.

Then he sighed, you could hear how impatient he was getting, unbuttoning the rest of your shirt quickly and leaving more kisses and marks across your torso. When he pulled back up to look at you in full, both of you were panting for air. “Please sir… need you…” You begged pitifully, a little teary as you stared at Gerard licking his lips.

He quickly pulled you off of his lap and put you onto the floor. “Stand and strip, puppy.” He was still slightly breathless, commanding you with a stern voice. A shaky breath left your lungs before you nodded and started undoing your shoes and kicking them off. Soon you were completely bare in front of Gerard, realizing just how chilly it has been in your office as the cold air hit your dick. In the time you took off the rest of your clothes Gerard had too, leaving both of you staring at each other's bare skin.

“Good boy. Lay down on your back, pup, arms above your head.” You could tell his voice was trembling a little as he stood up, you wondered why until he dropped down to his knees and reached behind him. He let out a small moan as he pulled a plug out of his hole and set it beside himself. “I already prepped myself so here's how it's gonna go, I'm gonna ride you until all the thoughts in that pretty little head completely melt away, got it?”

You were stunned for a second, words caught up in your throat as you went from hard to painfully hard. “Y-Yes, sir.” Your eyes watched him as he straddled you, holding your cock to line it up with his hole. He looked at you, half lidded, as he took a breath and sunk all the way down in one move. A groan released from his throat and he closed his eyes. You were already grabbing onto his thighs, his weight keeping you from bucking up or moving.

Slowly he took another breath and started to rise a little before dropping back down again. The small action pulled a moan from you, his hole already clenching around your dick. You already felt so dumb, your brain completely focused on the pleasure you were experiencing.

“Awe, so cute, does the puppy feel so good that they're drooling?” Gerard's voice was demeaning even though you could tell he was fighting to stay coherent. You hadn't even realized you were letting drool slip out of your mouth from how amazing you felt.

With no warning Gerard suddenly started moving up and down quickly, making you whine and paw at his chest. You started to moan louder, throwing your head back when you felt your orgasm approaching. “S-Sir, please can I- can I cum?” You begged him.

“Wait for a moment, pup. Hold it for me, yeah?” He tilted his head, looking down at you with the prettiest face you've ever seen. You tried really hard to hold it, squeezing Gerard's thighs with the effort. Only a few moments of that torture later did Gerard finally tell you, “Be a good boy and cum for me, puppy.” in a demanding voice.

You quickly let go, spilling into Gerard and digging your nails into his thighs. He quickly came right after you, going over your chest and stomach. With a sigh he got up off of you, cum dripping down one of his legs. “You got any tissues or anything?” He asked as he helped you stand up, both of your legs kind of shaky. You nodded and picked the tissue box up, handing it to him.

“So… am I getting my band on the cover of SPIN magazine?”

[xocasper]

The Moon and Stars

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader Summary: Kinktober Day Fifteen: Overstimulation Warnings: NSFW content Tags: oral sex, dacryphilia, hurt/comfort, sub!gerard, praise kink, gender-neutral reader Word Count: 4125 A/N: Woo! Kinktober is officially over! I almost gave this a Moon Song title but decided to save that for my many unwritten Frank angst fics. Anyway, thank you to @/mcrredacted’s anons for fueling this fic. Enjoy!

There were many things that Gerard didn’t understand.

He didn’t understand calculus or quantum physics. He didn’t know how he got here, or how trees and people were formed from hydrogen and dust. More than anything though, he didn’t understand you.

Sure, he could grasp base-level information about you. You were pretty and sarcastic, and you never made him feel stupid. The confusing part though, was why you liked him so much.

Sometimes he’d catch you staring. It wasn’t intimidating, but rather softening, making him melt as you gazed at him wondrously. He’d lay his head in your lap, watching old cartoons on Friday nights, and your hands would comb through his hair, occasionally pausing to hold his cheek. And he would look up at you, all innocent and sweet, curious at first before sending you a soft smile. For as much as he loved you, sometimes he thought you loved him more—even if he’d never admit it.

I mean, you told him that all the time. How much you loved him, how pretty he was, how happy you were that he was yours. You’d mark up his neck with lipstick kisses and he would get all flushed and whiny, pouting until you kissed his lips. Kissing would ultimately spin into heated make-out sessions with Gerard in your lap, rutting against your thigh and whimpering until he came in his pants. Sweet shame would boil up in his stomach, and he’d burn and look away, mortified by his own actions. But even still, you found him precious, your lips moving slowly against his before helping him change. And no matter how many times it happened, he could never understand it.

That didn’t mean it stopped though. Even if Gerard didn’t find himself worthy of your attention and love, you still treated him with the same tenderness. It wasn’t like he didn’t want it, he just didn’t think he deserved it—especially today.

He’d been off virtually the entire day, and you couldn’t figure out why. Even if the reason wasn’t a necessity, it would help to know why he was being so quiet, shutting himself away and hardly leaving the basement. Typically, when you’d come over, you’d hang around the living room or walk up to the gas station. But today, you’d simply hung around in his bed, Gerard hardly moving as you watched some kitschy horror movie. Occasionally, you’d glance over at him, kissing the seemingly-permanent frown on his face. It didn’t do much, only winning you a tight-lipped smile before it returned.

You had to get to the bottom of this, or at least find a way to help. After another round of silence and loving pecks, you knew you were getting nowhere. With a sigh, you slumped against his wall. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Gerard paused as you spoke, mulling over his response. He never wanted to worry you, and this really wasn’t important anyway. He sighed too but shrugged instead of answering. You thought for a moment, torn between pulling the truth from him and leaving him alone. After a moment, you chose the former, deciding that it was worth one more try.

“Gerard,” you tried again, your voice soft and genuine. “What’s the matter?”

His eyes stayed glued on the television, distracting himself with grizzly murders while the truth came out. “I’m not enough for you.”

The way he said it made you freeze, slightly shocked by his response. He sounded as if he believed it, and he gave himself a mental beatdown as he spared you a glance. You looked so heartbroken, caught off guard by his response as you rolled towards him.

“Oh, baby,” you frowned, tentatively reaching toward him. “Who said that?”

Meekly, he cuddled into your chest, moving for the first time in an hour to bury his head in your neck. His breath on your skin sent shivers down your spine, but you remained placid while you carded through his hair.

“Me,” he pouted, sighing with a hint of embarrassment. “I just—why? Why do you love me?”

Dumbfounded, you gave a vague response. “Why wouldn’t I love you?”

“That’s not an answer.”

You smiled softly, knowing how flustered he would get over an explanation. While you stroked his hair, your eyes fell shut, satisfied by the neediness in his tone. “You really want to know?” you asked, and you could feel him nod against you. “Because you’re sweet and caring, and you’re so good to me. You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, you know that?”

He blushed, but he still wasn’t content with your answer. “There are lots of pretty boys. Why me?”

“Do you want me to show you?”

Naively, he nodded, sitting up with intrigue. “Good boy,” you cooed, stroking his hair while he waited to be kissed.

You couldn’t leave him waiting like that, so you tilted his chin up and pressed your lips to his, receiving a happy hum from Gerard. He liked kisses—the domesticity and how he could get them any time. It wasn’t like you could drop to your knees and give him head on the subway, but you could hold his hand and kiss his cheeks until he blushed instead. Your lips were soft and moved fluidly against his own, and your hand unfurled to cradle his cheek. You treated him with such fragility and care that he could’ve cried, and his heart practically swelled as you licked at his lower lip.

His lips parted, but you pulled away, letting him whine and catch his breath. “See? You’re my sweet boy, aren’t you?” you breathed, caressing his cheek while your other hand traced circles on his waist.

“Mhm,” he hummed, leaning in again.

Much to his dismay, you pulled back. A sly grin decorated your features, “Say it. Tell me you’re my sweet boy.”

A crimson blush coated his cheeks, and he wiggled in your lap. “I’m your sweet boy.”

Your smile only grew, but he bit back a sheepish groan. “See? You’re such a good boy.”

Again, you kissed him, but this one held more passion. He responded with more certainty, finally grasping where your head was at when your hand slipped beneath his shirt. Gerard was going to learn how much you loved him, and he was already starting to believe it.

You gave into your own urges, tugging his hair while you kissed him, relishing in the surprised moan that tumbled out. Gerard always sounded so pretty in pain, as shameful as it was to admit. Tears would well in his eyes, threatening to spill over final straws, and you were always there to wipe them away. But god, did he look pretty when they streamed down his face, his chest heaving and cheeks pink, near-silent whimpers cracking through sobs. It was his vulnerability that got you going, and you wanted it now, too. Not over spilled milk, but something better.

He initiated the next few kisses, eliciting soft laughs from you as he chased after your lips, desperate for your touch. “Be patient, baby,” you told him, brushing your lips against his.

Aside from a hopeless whine, Gerard complied, letting you hold his jaw and slip your tongue past his lips. It swirled against his, easy and slow until you pulled away with his lower lip between your teeth. The gentle tug had him moaning again, and you swept your tongue across his lip once more, soothing the soft nip. “You sound so pretty,” you murmured, returning your hands to his hips. “My pretty boy.”

Gerard warmed up at your nicknames, melting in your arms while you caressed his skin. Your hands lingered on his stomach for a moment, tracing over his hip bones and the curve of his waist, and you had to pull away.

“God, look at you,” you said again, lifting the hem of his shirt. “You’re so beautiful.”

The subtle peek beneath his clothes gave you a familiar rush, an eclectic mix of love and lust. You kissed him one more time, warm and slow, etching the taste of your tongue into his memory forever. He was still slightly pink, shifting in your lap as he grew hard beneath his pajama pants. You knew what you had to do, pulling away gently with a final kiss to his cheek.

Slowly, you brought your lips to his ear, ghosting it as you whispered a request. “Lay back against the pillows for me, okay?”

Gerard nodded, reluctantly climbing from your lap and laying flush against the mattress. Curiosity and need swam in his eyes, and he shifted impatiently while he waited to be touched. You paused for a moment to study him, letting your eyes wander across his figure. Even in simple tees and Star Wars pajamas, he was the prettiest boy you’d ever seen.

Sat at the end of his bed, you spread his legs and settled between them. It was a temporary position, meant for nothing more than stripping him, but Gerard still burned as you ran your hands along his thighs. Anticipation surged through him, and your fingertips danced towards his hips, briefly passing the bulge in his pants, to which he gave a sharp inhale.

“Be patient, baby,” you told him. “Be my good boy.”

He whined high in his throat, something pathetic and weak, fueling your desire to break him. One of your hands lifted his shirt up, the other splayed across his belly as you smoothed over it. “Pretty,” you hummed, his skin soft beneath your palm.

“No,” he frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.

”Yes,” you nodded, placing your hands on his, waiting for them to unfold. “You’re pretty.”

Hesitantly, he pulled his hands away, not without a loving squeeze from you though. Gerard had always been insecure about his body, but you made it your mission to build his comfort. He was beautiful, and he deserved to feel that way. With lingering reluctance, he let you lift up his shirt, hiking it over his head. Your gaze stayed locked on him before gliding down to his chest, porcelain and pale. Carefully, you leaned down to kiss him, catching his lips between yours.

You were always fluent, lips moving languidly while your hand stroked his hip, using the other for stability. Slow kisses grew deeper, and a softer sort of passion hung in the air as they lingered lower. Down his neck and across his collarbones, now spotted in a light rouge, until you were kissing down his sternum. He could feel his insecurities melting away as you scattered light pecks across his stomach, humming sweet words simultaneously. Then came a tug at his pajama pants and the sound of his hitching breath, signifying your real intentions.

They weren’t malicious, but rather salacious, a deep desire for him growing in the pit of your stomach. A mere glimpse at him triggered an onslaught of filthy ideas, and Gerard lay oblivious to your plan.

“Will you be good for me?” you asked, gentle and encouraging.

He nodded, “Mhm.”

It was soft and sure, a small smile tugging at his lips. He expected something innocent–a peaceful blowjob and a few affirmations, but he was painfully wrong. Neither of those would set in long-term, and he’d continue to look down on himself unless you did something memorable. Gerard deserved the moon and stars, and if you couldn’t give them to him, you’d make sure he saw them.

Beaming back, you slid off his pants, revealing his hard-on beneath them. A small wet spot had begun to form, his boxers stained with arousal. Shamefully, Gerard looked away, mumbling an apology. He had been grinding against you earlier, sitting in your lap and shifting suggestively, so it wasn’t much of a surprise. Instead of acknowledging his embarrassment, you positioned yourself on his mattress, stroking his thighs while you kissed him through the fabric.

They were nothing like the kisses you had given him earlier, soft traded in for sultry. They were hot and open-mouthed, and he bit his lip to prevent a quiet cry. Gerard was always so sensitive, and just the pressure of your tongue through his boxers made him writhe. Your hands toyed with his waistband, fiddling with the fabric as you continued to caress his hips. After a quick–and apologetic–buck, you caved and stripped him.

With anyone else, he would’ve felt self-conscious and embarrassed, covering himself up and swallowing his shame, but you were different. You looked at him like he was made of glass, some pretty china doll meant to be admired rather than touched. Thankfully, you didn’t believe in the second part, even if you paused to stare up at him. It usually made him flustered when you gazed at him like that, and he’d turn away with a crimson blush, whining at you not to stare so blatantly. Now, he appreciated it, going weak while you watched and touched him with fragility.

“My beautiful boy,” you soothed, nipping at the inside of his thighs while his hips threatened to thrust. “I know, baby.”

God, he wanted to move so fucking bad, but he wanted to be good. He wanted to be your good boy, patient and demure, and far less needy. He couldn’t help it though, letting his hips give a soft jerk while you sucked kisses onto his thighs. Your hands held him down, pinning his hips to the bed when your tongue soothed each bite, promising pretty marks that you’d tease him for tomorrow. He never really minded though, simply accepting them as a reminder that you were there. And here you were again, mere inches from his cock, and yet you abstained from touching him.

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to–you were playing a game. He could whine and beg all he wanted, but the power was in your hands. Soon after the first round of pleas, he’d be begging for a different reason.

“You remember our colors, right?” you asked seriously, and Gerard could feel his heart pause.

He swallowed hard, turned on at the idea of something rougher than this. “Yes.”

“Good boy,” you praised, narrowly missing his cock as you swapped sides.

A soft whimper slipped out, but you ignored it, mimicking your earlier behavior with wet kisses and pretty bruises. Gerard could barely wait in grocery store lines, so he’d surely break soon. It was ironic, really, how he was trying to avoid begging for you, even if it was your goal. His strength was being tested, but you could play this game a whole lot longer than he could.

When he finally broke, it came in the form of a whimper and bucking hips. “Please,” he cried softly, searching the air for friction while you neglected his cock.

He was already panting, having lost his shame a minute ago, and since spent his time jerking his hips. Like a good boy, his hands were balled into fists to avoid getting himself off. At least he had that going for him. Satisfaction had never tasted so sweet, and you swelled with pride as he squirmed on the bed.

“Please what, baby?” you asked innocently, letting your fingers trail towards his cock.

He looked at you with pleading eyes, wanting–no, needing–you. Your hands, mouth, anything to relieve the incessant ache. “Please touch me,” he begged, practically crying at your resistance.

“You can wait a little longer, right?” you asked, and to your surprise, he shook his head.

Gerard let out a dry sob, but he wanted to make you proud. Despite himself, he nodded. “I can wait.”

And so it began again. The light touches ghosting over his skin, sucking hickeys onto his hips and thighs until he looked like a leopard. Your tongue was so close to his cock, but still so far as you traced over each bite. Finally, your lips brushed over the head, and your tongue dipped out again. This time, it wasn’t to soothe a hickey but to clean up the pre-cum smeared across his cock.

Gerard mewled as your tongue dipped along the slit, gliding your tongue across him and dribbling saliva down his cock. Everything had increased tenfold, and he was already crumbling while you kissed his skin. Your hands had wrapped around him, holding his cock like a fucking prize while your tongue worked at the tip. Gerard was a prize–a gift, an angel, and putty in your hands as you sucked him off.

The basement was chilly, but your mouth was warm, giving him goosebumps as you flattened your tongue against him. Periodically, you’d pause, twisting your hands around him while praise flowed from your lips.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby,” you said, kissing the tip for good measure. “Got such a pretty cock.”

Gerard moaned at your vulgarity, and his hips jumped as your lips wrapped around the head. He couldn’t understand how you could say things like that–words that would turn him red in a voice so sweet. It was a clashing combo, but it had him moaning and begging for more, babbling indecipherable pleas as you slid his cock into your mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he whined, grabbing for your hand. “Please, fuck.”

He was so sweet like this, begging to hold your hand with his cock in your mouth, and you complied. With your hands interlocked, you let him settle on your tongue, heavy and thick as he slid further into your mouth. In turn, he continued to moan, quiet and pretty while you bobbed your head. He was already breaking beneath you, certain that he couldn’t take any teasing as you pulled off. Another weak cry broke through the air, Gerard expecting more waiting, but you wrecked that idea real quick.

Swirling your tongue around his tip, you jerked him off, listening to his moans get progressively louder. Thankfully, he tried to invite you over when his parents were at work, otherwise, you’d have a lot of explaining to do. Gradually, his hips thrust more, until he was doing nearly all the work himself. The most you could do was match his pace, squeezing his hand tight before letting go, and pressing his hips to the bed.

“Please let me come, please,” Gerard begged, on the brink of tears as your cheeks hollowed.

Before you could give him any indication, he had tossed the idea of permission aside, coming down your throat with a harsh buck of his hips. “Sorry,” he managed, his voice broken as he tried to catch his breath.

You came off slowly, certain that you looked a mess as you glanced up at him. “Good boy,” you said again, stroking his thighs gently.

Gerard was completely spent, tired after the teasing, and more so after coming. But when you looked up at him with hopeful eyes, looking so beautiful and apt to please, asking him “Color?” he couldn’t help but say, “Green.”

As the word left his lips, he already knew he was in trouble, but you didn’t let on right away. Sometimes you cleaned him off after–it couldn’t be more than that, right? It seemed like the right assumption as you stuck your tongue out, gliding over his cock. He was already going soft, melting into his mattress while you licked him clean. It was dirty, but sweet, Gerard reaching out his hand to pet your hair as if he wasn’t just begging for you.

“We’re not done yet.”

He hummed, looking up tiredly, spotting you in the same position between his legs. “What do you mean?”

“Can you be good for me?” you asked, and he nodded.

It was enough, and you started stroking him again before he could go totally soft. Now, Gerard was stuck in the middle, trying to get over his first orgasm while handling the oncoming second, not to mention the ridiculous sensitivity that was plaguing him. There was this odd sort of gray area in between, and that’s where you had left him. He couldn’t do much other than whine and curse, reaching blindly for anything that could keep him stable, only to fall flat and cling to bedsheets.

He could feel himself shaking slightly, and as embarrassing as it was, you were still sucking his dick. There was no shot in hell that he wouldn’t be shaking, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip while you put your mouth on him again. Who fucking knew that someone who spoke so pretty could suck dick like that?

Gerard quickly decided that he was not cut out for this, but like hell would the word red leave his throat. Not when you were mouthing at his cock like that, restarting with wet kisses that trailed down to the base, flattening your tongue on the underside of it as if he wasn’t slick enough.

“Shit, fuck,” he cursed, his legs shaking as his hips bucked off the bed. “Please.”

Gerard didn’t even know what he was begging for at this point, too caught up in how your tongue felt on him to care. Everything he said came out as a whine, and it went straight to your stomach, twisting in knots as he begged for something. He was convinced he could handle it, his knuckles blanching as he clutched his sheets, only to let out a sob as your lips wrapped around him.

Before he knew it, he was down your throat again, and your tongue was sliding on the underside of his cock. He could hardly think, grasping for something to say, something other than a curse or plea, but your tongue was flicking and swirling and he could barely breathe. As it turns out, the only thing he could do was cry.

And so there he was, biting back tears while you bobbed on his cock for the second time, trying to pull another orgasm from his overstimulated body. At the sight of his watery eyes, you pulled off, concerned.

“Are you okay?” you asked, and he nodded quicker this time. “Give me a color, baby.”

Gerard couldn’t have responded faster, blurting out, “Green! Please, green.”

As you anticipated, the tears began to fall, streaming down his flushed cheeks. “Oh, my pretty boy,” you told him, still stroking him gently. “Just one more, ‘kay?”

He sniffled, “Okay.”

Before he could learn to breathe again, he was back in your mouth, feeling like he would die before coming again. Everything felt like it was on fire, and yet he still wanted more, crying and begging for you, spilling tears and intelligible pleas while you took him deeper. Like fucking hell was he going to last any longer, diminished to a sobbing mess while you jerked him off.

“Look at you,” you moaned, pulling off for a moment. “Look how good you’re being for me.”

Again, he cried, still sniffling as he wiped at his tear-stained cheeks. He could feel everything, everywhere, from his head to his toes, moaning as your tongue swirled around him. You knew when he was close–he would tighten up with his head thrown back, arched off the bed as he searched eagerly for something to tether him. There was nothing like that now though, and he clung weakly to his comforter while you pumped his cock.

“Please,” he sobbed pathetically. “Please let me come, please, I’ll be good.”

You locked eyes with him, “Be a good boy, then. Come for me.”

Never had Gerard heard anything more angelic, looking at you like a godsend as he cried brokenly. All the tension in his body seemed to cease, turning into waves of aftershock and incessant shaking. His legs fucking hurt; in fact, his entire body hurt, sore and amazing. The pain had gradually blurred into pleasure, painting him in serenity as he lay against the pillows, desperately trying to catch his breath.

His chest heaved as you made your way up the bed, kissing him gently as your thumbs wiped away his tears. Gerard barely had the energy to kiss back, and his breath shook from racking sobs.

“Pretty boy,” you hummed, kissing away his tears. “You did so well.”

Despite his exhaustion, he gave you a sweet smile, rolling over to rest his head on your chest. You embraced him as he settled, stroking his hair as a few remaining tears fell from his eyes. “I love you,” you reminded him, and he went soft all over again.

“I love you too,” he told you, cuddling closer.

You knew you didn’t have to tell him how much–he already knew. All the words in the dictionary couldn’t encapsulate it anyway, so you held him a little closer instead. He would certainly need a shower before his parents got home, but for now, he could rest in your arms, finally starting to understand.

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I was chatting with a friend recently about the ways antis operate and how damaging their ideology is and I wanted to organize my thoughts about it.

It's one thing to be like "I wish minors wouldn't interact with my work because it's got adult content" (which is not something you can 100% control short of paywalling) but it's another thing ENTIRELY to be like "minors should never look at anything sexual ever and people who think it's okay that they do are secret pedophiles."

Teenagers need to have the safe space to explore their sexuality and figure their shit out and sometimes that place is fandom. Sometimes teens are trying to deal with the fantasies they have about their hot history teacher so they consume teacher/student smut in order to work it out. Sometimes they're wondering what gives them their jollies and are just reading whatever they can to wank to, including incest and rape and other "unsavory" things just so they can get it all figured out.

Sometimes awful things have happened to teens and they're using the avenue of art and fiction to take the power back from their rapist and create a narrative they control where they are working through it safely.

And antis would see all of this and want it fucking destroyed.

I was brought up in fandom by a few of the sweetest older women (adult women!) who took me under their wings and showed me that what I was thinking and writing wasn't bad or wrong or shameful and it was all perfectly sane to have these sexual feelings because nothing makes sense when you're a kid and if you want to write Frerard where Gerard is the hot teacher to Frank's catholic schoolboy in order to deal with your feelings about the sexy sub you just got at your school then that's totally fine.

These trusted adults also comforted me when I was afraid, taught me what boundaries were (please do not actually pursue the sub!), told me what were normal interactions and what I should be wary of (do NOT let the sub pursue you), and they were proud of me as I made my way into the world as a reasonably well-adjusted adult.

(Hi, Gaja, can't wait for your Christmas card!)

Sexuality is weird and messy and whatever makes our pants tighter is all individual and equally weird. Telling teenagers to not seek out porn and to not even speak to adults is just a one-way ticket to growing fucked-up people who don't know how to operate without shame and then we have a resurgence in Catholicism and NOBODY needs that.

And the way that antis rally against this, like teenagers are Pure and Sweet Babies who are being corrupted by the Awful Adults Like Me (who are secretly child diddlers obviously) is just. So fucking damaging.

Imagine trying to handle the way your hormones are firing off at everything and you're just not sure what's going on and instead of a kind adult going "hey we were all freaks at 16 and it's totally normal to be like 'this strange thing is turning me on' I promise" you have some sniveling puritan asshole going "YOU ARE ACTUALLY A SEXUAL PREDATOR IF YOU LIKE THESE THINGS AND YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED AND PUNISHED BEFORE YOU ACTUALLY HARM PEOPLE."

Like. Y'all. I have seen antis claim that people who wrote about/drew rape in order to deal with their own assaults DESERVED IT because they chose to deal with it in this way. I have seen antis tell people they hope they get raped for the fiction they create. They wish death and harm against people who make fiction. Antis literally have a body count over this shit. And yet they want me to believe they're the good guys? Bye.

Antis will argue that it's not normal for people to think about gross and icky things. I argue that Holocaust survivors had sexual fantasies about actual fucking jackboot Nazis.

No one says you have to like everything everyone else does. We have a robust tagging system for a reason. But to behave as if what YOU like is the only thing that is acceptable and everything else is Bad and Wrong is not the business. Kink Tomato exists for a reason. We are all individuals who like different things. Get with it.

Teenagers are in a precarious time of development and if you want to shame them for whatever is going on in their heads then you are the problem, not the solution. Be the kind of adult you needed as a teenager, not some shaming, screaming Puritan trying to pin scarlet A's onto everything because it's sinful. Goody Proctor is just trying to rub one out in peace.

Get with the way fandom has always operated or go away. ACAB means fancop, too.